As for us, my brethren, the beauty of Christ is such that if we go
into a barn to worship, we are quite as satisfied as though it were
a cathedral, with grained arches and glowing windows.
Such is the beauty of Christ in our eyes, that we are quite
content to hear of him without the pealing organ and the swell of
Gregorian chants; and we are even satisfied though there should
be no display of taste, nothing sensuous and scenic, nothing to
please the eye or charm the ear.
Jesus alone affords our mind all that delightful architecture,
poetry, and music could profess to give. And when our soul gets
near to him, she looks upon all ‘outward adornments’ as mere
child’s toys, fit to amuse the rattle-brains of this poor idiot
world; but vain gewgaws to men in Christ Jesus, who by reason of
use, have had their senses trained, and learned to delight
in nobler things than those in which the swine of this earth
delight themselves.–C. H. Spurgeon
